Page 38 of The Devil's Demise

Her eyes water. “You need to stop being so sweet.”

“Sorry, baby.” I curl an arm around her hips and pull her hard into my chest, my lips brushing against hers. “I can’t do that. Not with you. Not ever.”

“Mmm. Can’t seduce me right now. Your mouth ... it does wicked things to me.”

“Oh, I know.” I run a hand down her stomach, sliding lower until a finger rolls in between her slit. “When he’s fast asleep, I’m gonna fuck you on the floor, overlooking the water. And you better not make a sound.”

“My God, Enzo.”

“Mom! Dad! You coming?” Robby calls.

I quickly drop my touch away, turning to him. “Yes, buddy.”

She sucks in a rough inhale, tangling her hand through mine. “He called you dad again. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.”

“Me neither.” I smile, meaning it.

Our feet hit the sand and we continue further up to where a table is set with a bottle of wine and food covered with silver covers. A server is there to greet us.

I pull a chair for her just as Robby takes one next to her. “That sunset,” she gushes, staring up at the sky, blazing with flames of orange dipped in gold. “This is like a dream. I could never get sick of the view.”

“Yeah,” I say, staring right at her. “I could never get sick of the view either.”

Her eyes hurry to mine, and her brows tighten when she realizes that the only view I ever want to stare at is sitting right beside me. My hand slides to hers and I pull it to my lap, holding it there.

“I’m hungry,” Robby whines and we both return our attention to him.

“Let’s dig in.” I lift the cover off our trays—a bacon cheeseburger and fries for him, while we start on a salad and the yellow fin tuna with spiced mangos and some kind of purple sauce.

She takes a bite of the fruit, practically moaning. The fork in her hand drifts over to my lips, and I open for her when she slips a piece of mango from her plate into my mouth.

I suck on the fork, eyeing her intensely, and when she pulls it out, her cheeks fill with pink, and those eyes go lustful.

I bend to her ear. “It doesn’t taste as good as you do when you’re coming all over my tongue.”

“Enzo,” she groans softly and the vibrations from her voice have me wanting to take her back to our room.

“Eat your food,” I command, a muscle flexing in my jaw, wanting to fuck her right on the damn sand.

I try to keep my dick in check as we eat in silence. The resort I had chosen was exclusive, and the part of the beach we’re in is just ours. The other villas are distances away.

The server returns once we’re done, rolling a tray, carrying three covered plates. “Whenever you’re ready for dessert, sir.”

“We’re ready.” I get to my feet, putting our dirty plates on his tray while he places the new ones on our table. With a curt nod, he strolls away.

Suddenly, I’m nervous. What if she says no? What if she’s not ready for that kind of commitment? But I have to know. I have to make her my wife, finally. Because she already feels that way. We just have to make it official.

I lift the cover off Robby’s plate first, a chocolate mousse cake with a medley of berries, then I go to hers, doing the same. As she takes a bite, I leave my plate covered, knowing the box is there, waiting for me to use it.

Her mouth tips up into a smile as she continues eating the cake, while Robby eyes me with a wide stare when I nervously lift the cover off my plate and slip the black box into my palm. I don’t think she saw me do it, but Robby sure did, growing giddy. But once I kneel onto the sand, she drops the fork with a loud clank.

“Wha—” Her eyes grow large, a palm popping over her mouth, Robby grinning as he stares at each of us.

“Baby, I’ve loved you since the moment we met. I know you know it’s true. I felt what we could be then, and I wanted you every moment since. I saw who I was meant to be when I looked into your eyes, and never want to go back to the days before I met you. I want more. I want us to be a family. So . . .” I open the box, a square diamond surrounded by tiny ones glistens beneath the torches around us. “All I need to know now is, will you marry me?”

She jumps to her feet, pushing the chair behind her. Her chest rises and falls as she looks into my eyes, tears dancing around the rims of her eyes. “Of course, I’ll marry you, Enzo. You’re the half of my beating heart, and I’ll love you forever.”

With devotion beating through my veins, I remove the ring, keeping our gazes aligned, and slip it on her finger. Taking her hand in mine, I kiss each one of her fingertips while she stares with maddening affection, at me. At a man who never thought he’d ever find the one who was simply waiting for him to find her.

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